In my mother's womb, unborn yet,
God was quite close by as a friend.
Lot of activity, lot of sound and light,
Lot of torture - I was born, came to this world.
I was born and the distance
Started to widen now from God,
An occasional peep and no talking.
Mother's lap the new world, cool solace untold.
Two year old, and God suddenly
Stopped coming, nearly un-noticed.
The new world started opening its petals.
The past was past now and nearly forgotten.
My time became full with new friends
And mother's lap, and I started growing
No more forgetting the new learning.
Mischief baskets I learn from friends every day
Elders scolding, fat ones bullying,
Suddenly I felt alone, afraid and sad
Seeking refuge behind the bush or a door
Remembered God and prayed for growing up fast.
God never came again, or listened to me
But I could not forget Him now, and prayed,
My prayers being casual and week though
Till one day I found that I am grown up and strong.
Adrenaline rushed in my blood and
I wanted to conquor, and tame and rule
The world, and found are many like me
Who wanted to rule, so we landed fighting the other.
Many years have gone by and do not
Know when we stopped fighting, and became
Friend, together we hugged the 2 year olds
And told them don't grow up any more, life is best there.
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